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Start here. Go there. Cough. Scream.
Lift that. Carry this. Crumble. Hold it.
Follow me. Run. Pat him on the head.
Sit back. Close. Sing. Yell. Embarrass.
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Wrong is what authorities disagree with.
Wrong is what those in power don’t want you to do.
Wrong might be the right thing to do in the long run, but now it is punishable because of who makes the rules.
Wrong is what the police will arrest you for.
Wrong is what your parents are ashamed of.
Wrong is what hurts those you love.
Wrong is kind of confusing sometimes.
Sometimes wrong seems right.
Sometimes what’s wrong for some is right for others.
Some would say the way things are is wrong.
Some say the authorities are wrong, the police are wrong, and your parents are wrong.
Then, who’s right about what’s wrong?
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Sadness creeps up the wall
That you have painstakingly
Constructed around you.
Grief builds.
A crack of anger emerges.
Will you be alone forever?
A hot-air balloon rises out of the valley,
And up past your window.
Past swells into present into future.
There is someone else in your world.
There are others who care about you.
The phone rings, the doorbell chimes.
The clock ticks.
Time keeps you company.
Your destiny arrives.
You exist for a reason.
Someone needs your presence.
Join the motion around you.
Feel the connection.
Absolute nothing seems like a thing,
But there is really no nothing.
Everything is something.
So when you feel numb,
And out of touch, and it seems like
You feel nothing, know
You are always feeling something.